Feeling well fortified with excellent satay and green curry, I set off for the Nana Hotel, figuring I’d call my buddy, Monger X, from the lobby, but I ran into him outside the hotel and we decided to check out a few of the Nana beer bars. After sucking down a few beers and checking out the talent for an hour or so, it was time to get picked up by my ex-pat friends at the Marriott for dinner at Bourbon Street.

If you’re in the mood for Cajun food while in Bangkok, you could do worse than Bourbon Street. I had jambalaya and blackened chicken. Although not up to K-Paul standards, they were pretty good considering we were 12,000 miles from the Big Easy. Monger X also gave it a big thumbs-up.

After dinner we said goodbye to my friends and took a short walk over to Sukhumvit and up a couple Soi’s to 23. Yes, we were headed to Soi Cowboy!
The first stop was Tilac. Two parallel stages and benches around. We made one recon pass then grabbed a bench for a couple rounds. The talent looked reasonable, but it was still early, so we paid our tab (its amazing how fast a waitress shows up when pull that tab out of the cup!) and crossed the street to Long Gun.

Damn! The place was packed! A waitress led us to a recently vacated (like nanoseconds before she sat us) bench, and we kicked back to scope the place out. I was rather surprised at how small this legendary club was – entrance at one end, bar at the other, stage in-between and the requisite rows of benches on the sides.
The talent level was significantly higher than Tilac, and wonder of wonders, a few of the girls were actually dancing topless, while one brave lass was totally nude. Things were definitely improving…

…or they would have if it wasn’t so fucking crowded and every fucking girl on stage didn’t seem completely disinterested in acquiring clients. We suffered through this cock-tease of a club for about an hour, then X informed me that he had a girl at one of the beer bars next door he wanted to try to hook up with. That sounded fine to me, so we bolted.

Now I’m sure many of you love the Long Gun and do quite well with the dancers, but it just wasn’t conducive to my style. I refuse to just pick out a hottie based on looks or the way she dances and send a waitress to fetch her. I need to establish some kind of connection through eye contact followed by an exchange of smiles, etc. For those of us in the “Pom Pui” category, this is absolutely essential to ensure session quality, and it just isn’t going to happen at the LG. The LG’s a meat market, and you’d better grab your number early.

I believe it was about this point that I made a vow to myself to stick to the Avis women in the 6-8 range. I’ll take attitude over looks every time. Of course if I happened to run into a 9 or 10 who seemed thrilled to be with me… well, I’m not THAT daft!

So we hung a right outside of the LG and another right on Soi 23. About 40 ft later one last right put us in beer bar heaven. It’s hard to tell where one bar stops and the next one starts as you wind your way deeper and deeper. Eventually it sort of jigs to the left through an area filled with pool tables and then opens up again to more beer bars. I assume they run the entire way from 23 to 21?

Anyhow, X spotted his chosen beer bar chica on the other side of the pool tables and I found myself sitting at what must have been one of the smallest beer bars in the complex – just one short bar with 4 stools and about 4 tables and one old chica working the bar along with two young girls. Of course the pretty one of the two was X’s girl, and her plain friend just LOVED me.

Photo: Ann with Friend 1
Photo: Ann with Friend 2
Photo: Ann 1
Photo: Ann 2
Photo: Ann's Friend
Photo: Ann 3
Photo: Ann 4
Photo: Ann 5

We ordered a couple Heinekens (that seemed to be all they had) and X spent the next hour or so trying to pry his cutie out of the joint. Eventually she stopped bouncing around from the bar to the pool tables next door long enough for X get her bar fine paid. By now I was beginning to feel the effect of 1 hour’s sleep, so the thought of hitting more clubs seemed a bit less appealing than the decidedly plain friend. There was also the matter of “taking one for the team”. So I stepped up like a good buddy and fined the ugly one. A few minutes later we were off (to the consternation of the beer bar owner, who now had only one old chica to peddle), and halfway to the street I heard the bad news – they wanted to go to a club. Shit. I just nodded my head and went with the program.

One long cab ride later we found ourselves at Tony’s Disco and Brewery on New Phetburi Rd. There was a moment’s unfounded concern over my girl not having her ID card, and then we were inside. From the street entrance you go down a long staircase to the club level. A large stage is front and center (with live entertainment, including Elvis!) with tables strewn about on various levels. The waiter led us to a table that was thankfully NOT directly in front of the stage. We ordered drinks and they brought snacks.

Looking about I noticed quite a few unattended local women, and I assumed most were pros or at least amateurs willing to move up. A few minutes after we sat down three farang chicks entered – all VERY doable. I stage-whispered to X that I thought they were Russian working girls. He agreed. Our suspicions were confirmed when within 5 minutes of entering two of them moved to a nearby table with 2 guys, to be followed shortly by one of them climbing the stairs with her chosen victim. The three of them were in and out of the club for the remainder of our stay.

Finally after about 2 hours of torture it was hotel time. We dropped X at the Nana and Ann (the plain chica) and I walked the short distance to the Marriott.

I guess this is as good a time as any to discuss the art of mongering at the very conservative Marriott. During the two weeks I stayed there I didn’t have even the slightest problem bringing chicas in. This includes days with multiple sessions and even multiple chicas. The good folks who built the Marriott made it easy. You see, there are three main options available for entrance to the lobby. These include the main front left and right entrances, along with one that services the shops by the Café. As long as you avoid the Main-Right entrance, which leads to the Concierge desk and Reception, trouble free entry is guaranteed. The shop entrance is by far the best, because it avoids most of the lobby and the associated doormen completely. A simple right at the end of the entry followed by an immediate left keeps you shielded by the back of the lobby bar, and lands you at the escalator to the second floor. Taking the escalator prevents you from crossing the open area in front of the elevators that is visible from reception. At the top of the escalator you can discretely catch an elevator to your floor. Works like a charm every time.

Finally in the room I received my reward for the endless evening – a very mediocre session that fell below the standard of all my current TJ favs. Jungle bush combined with no BJ and low skill level had me wishing I could just FUCKING SLEEP! But NO! After a fitful hour and a half I was wide-awake at 3:30 am. Friggin’ jet lag!

I finally booted her ass out around 10 am. I made another vow to myself to pick up the quality level at least a notch or two. Luckily for me I was about to meet the most incredible (professional) chica of the entire trip.

To be continued…

drew Moo Yai